Ayy, eh, ayy, ayy
I'm expensive, and everyone loves me, man, I'm like a Frenchie
The girlies love me, I buy them purses, I don't buy Hershey (mua)
Tons of Dior, Gucci, lots of Givenchy, eh-eh

Don't you see, man, I'm cracking up, cracking up, hahaha
Laughing my ass off, I'm cracking up
I feel lonely sometimes, I don't have anyone by my side
Been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted up
I'm having a blast, in Casa de Campo, classic merengue
Cracking up, hahaha
Laughing my ass off, I'm cracking up
They wear oversized, but with me, they're tight (ayy)
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted up, ayy
But before, nobody knew, and everyone said

"Who's Bad Bunny?" Like "Who is Dei V?" (Uh)
Now I'm in the navy blue G-Wagon
Eating sushi, drinking sake with the baby
Since Messi (Messi) went to the USA
Everyone knows who the goat is
It's no longer Tom Brady, ayy
The Latin gang, a couple of fuckers who still don't believe me (fuck you)
I roll with Adidas, the Bad Bu's, man, I already tossed all the Bred (hehe)
I told you a long time ago with Arca, I've gotten used to it (prra)
The industry bores me, I swear, I'll retire at 33 (easy)
How beautiful life is, let's make a toast
You all buying clothes, I'm buying buildings
The chicks crazy with me like I was Wilkins
All the babes are flashy, ayy
Asking me for cash, asking me for Birkin (ayy-ayy)
On the pussy she got that piercing (piercing)
Patience with Orma, in the Skyline, we're racing (skrr)
Making money we keep busy
I don't go to meetings, fucker, calling up Nisi's boy
It's possible, but it's difficult

For me, it's easy, I'm cracking up, cracking up, hahaha
Dying of laughter, I'm cracking up
I feel lonely sometimes, I don't have anyone by my side
Been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted up, ayy
I'm having a blast, in Casa de Campo, classic merengue
Cracking up, hahaha
Dying of laughter, I'm cracking up (I'm cracking up!)
In the Red Bull cart, wings sprouted, I'm flying (Fiu!)
I ride with the same ones I was with when I was broke
Don't brag, baby, don't be a show-off

Ayy, I come from PR, where the real bad bitches are from
What a coincidence, those who act tougher always chicken out
Fuckers who criticize my life and don't travel more than my pet (brr), eh-eh
That's why I still follow the advice
My grandfather gave me, which Al Pacino gave me
Life is easier eating rigatoni and drinking wine
A little while in France, watching the morning with a cappuccino
To those who believed in me from day one, thanks, greetings to Pino
To Gero, Coco, John and Andino (Yumi!)
Thank you, dear God, for the good people you put in my path (thank you)
Whoever got a Billboard, doesn't have a Grammy
Whoever got a Grammy, doesn't have a Billboard
Look at my trophy case, how I match with it
In my crew, they're all fine like violins
Your people leave the room the day your movie ends
Mine stay until God shows us the credits
A legend like the sun, yes, like the Sun of Mexico (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
When Curry didn't exist yet, Casiano was already sinking them (brr)
Easy from the logo, many who said they didn't believe in me (No!)
Poor demagogues, motherfucker, you're crazy
How could you doubt the hardest in the game (you're crazy, man)
Four in the morning, in the studio with Beto and Cachete
Now the checks got nine digits (yes)
The hoes asking for a good time and money
I like the blondes, also the brunettes
Crazy about the bori, they like to (baby)

Ayy, long live PR, I don't the machete down
I'm "Vuelve Candy B," but without the jockey

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